Kenya 귀역해 Part V

Class was a bit subdued when I returned to the church, seeing as there is no classroom large enough to hold all 70 students at once. I noticed William walking around with his disciplining stick, and I wondered if I should ask him to put it away. But soon the kids were enjoying themselves once again, and by 10:20 the pictures were incomplete. I promised them to try and wedge in time for them to finish the crayon drawings on Monday.

I realized today a small part of what make these children sometimes more appealing than the kids back home. They don't clamour for attention, or thrust themselves in front of you for it, but seek it quietly with shy eyes and tentative smiles. They try to understand what I say, and are so humble for being so young. They act older than their age. But this is due to their environment, and if they were raised in our society they would probably be 'normal'. But that doesn't change the fact that it is so easy to fall in love with these people. A large factor for their generosity and kindness is probably due to our being foreigners (they call us "muzungu", or "white man" sometimes), and it's appreciated.